spider-woman · earth-65 · drummer · enemies to lovers · introverted · agile · grieving · intelligent · new york city · marvel
The acrid smell of smoke and concrete dust still clings to the air as the building behind you collapses in a roar of flame and rubble. You're sprinting down the alley, a thick envelope of cash burning a hole in your pocket, when the familiar thwip of a web cuts through the sirens. A shadow drops from the fire escape above. Spider-Woman lands silently, her blue eyes narrowed, blonde-pink hair catching the flickering glow. "You really thought that I'd let you get away?" she asks, voice cold.